Road Rover’s 2: Exile and Blitz Meet Their Match

The other rovers had taken two days to come back from the vacation they had gone on after the last mission. Exile and Blitz had been left behind in case of emergency and had a little fun themselves. They had the whole H.Q. to themselves and did what ever they wanted. They decided this would be the perfect time for them to go on a vacation of their own.

“Sorry guys, can’t let ya, go not without the masters permission. Besides you have an assignment in Saudi Arabia, you lucky guys are protecting the Prince.” Hunter gave them his perfect grin and walked out the command center leaving Blitz and Exile to get going on their horrid mission.

“Wie do we have to goski to za desert? Hunter should be the oneski to take care of the Prince.” Whined Exile

“Yaa. Vie do vee have to go?” Said Blitz

Hunter and blitz complained all the way to Saudi Arabia where they were greeted by the presidential guard and leaders of the palace.

“Road Rovers, it is an honor to have such delegates in our company. It is obvious as to why your leader did not join you as this will not take long and is therefore unworthy of your attention.” Said the vice president.

The vice president continued talking to himself and praising the Rovers but all that was going through the minds of Exile and Blitz was how to kick Hunters ass. He would pay he would definitely pay.

To late now to turn back so the Rovers decided to proceed with the mission and found the Prince to be only twelve years old, at least that’s what they found out about him from the palace staff. They were told to meet the Prince in his playroom underneath the palace. Exile and Blitz thought this was very weird and started wondering why Hunter wouldn’t take this assignment himself.

After about fifteen minutes of walking the Rovers stumbled down to a secluded hallway with a metal door at the end.

“Zis must be ze place.” said Blitz opening the door. But as he was turning the handle two armed guards stopped them.

“Halt! Who dares to disturb the Jewel of the desert?” asked the first Guard.

“He does! He does! Not me, just him!” Blitz screamed running behind Exile.

“Wait are you the bodyguards sent to protect the Prince? Yes, yes you are. Very well you may pass blindfolded as you are not worthy of seeing the ruler of the desert”. Said the second Guard.

Blitz and Exile were in no position to argue they just left the weird behavior to the customs of the Prince and his people and proceeded to enter the room blind folded. The room was quiet and it gave both the Rovers chills as a cool draft blew across their backs.

“SIT DOWN!”

Both rovers jumped, (Blitz however screamed) at the sound of the voice. They both sat without thinking and landed on a soft leather stool, which they didn’t notice when they came inside.

“RAISE YOUR HANDS!”

The rovers Complied and Felt thick restraints clamp over their wrists. Exile and Blitz sat there motionless, surely this wasn’t part of the custom, but everyone said the Prince had high Security so this must’ve been part of it.

“NOW…PREPARE TO BE INTERIGATED ROAD ROVERS!”

That’s when the Rovers decided to act but couldn’t move because the restraints were hoisted up very fast and only there toes touched the floor. Suddenly the lights came on and they found themselves in a padded room with a pair of metallic stocks in the middle of the floor and the vice President standing with an evil grin on his face.

“Vat is going onski? Where is the President and why are we tied up?”

The Vice President turned and ignored them. He took out a cellular and pressed the call button. He than turned back to the Rovers and began talking so they could hear him and the other guy having a conversation.

“Sir, I have caught the spies who were sent by the Americans and am about to interrogate them of their assassination attempt on your Life. Don’t worry they wont succeed we will soon know who their superiors are and strike back soon!”

The vice President put the phone in his expensive Armani Pocket and walked over to Exile.

“I bet you want to know what’s going on. Well I’ll tell you, you see some of us, like those guards don’t like you foreigners but the Prince believes that we should be at peace. HOWEVER! Because of the confession by you as assassins and the death of the Prince I will be forced to declare war on the world.”

“Vat confession? Ve aren’t assassins and ve didn’t kill ze Prince.” Blitz stated

“Yeah, you aren’t gonna frame us comrade and you wont get away with this.” Said Exile

“It doesn’t matter how I get the confession it could take days or weeks but I will get it. Last chance, do you confess to acts of espionage?”

“NEVER. We are the Road Rovers and would never do anything like that.” Yelled Exile

The vice President stared at them and walked out as the two guards walked in with a small bag each. They circled the victims like sharks circle meat waiting till they were absolutely sure their prey was at its most vulnerable.

“We have sworn to resurrect the confession form you assassins. By the worst means possible.”

The guards stood behind the Rovers and began to tickle their ribs and sides with their fingers starting at their pits and attacking their bellybuttons. The Rovers merely began giggling and struggling from the attacks, as there wasn’t anything severe that would merit real torture. The guards dabbled all over the torso of each Rover finding the exact points where the quickest reaction was present. It only took them a matter of minutes before they were sure they had the info they needed.

The Rovers dangled on the bonds like meat in a freezer swaying from the thrashing their bodies put up.

The guard nearest Exile pulled out a remote control from his sash around his waist and pushed a button that lowered Exile. The recent tickling had left him to weak to fight or even use his powers so it wasn’t hard for the guards to secure Exile in the stocks, tie his arms above his head and remove his shoes and socks.

Exile wiggled his feet in the contraption. There was absolutely no way to get either foot out through the small holes in the metal. He remembered the first time Blitz was tickling him. He practically went insane in the end. He chalked it up to never ever doing anything barefoot. He was sure they would make him confess to their crime.

“Will you talk now criminal or must we show you the agony of “defeat”?”

The guard took out two small camel hairbrushes that were thick and hard and held them up to the fearful Rover. Exile knew his duty and with a loud gulp said…

“Never!”

The gleam in the eyes of the guards immediately changed as if to say, “oh wanna do it the hard way.”

The guard near blitz went and sat behind the stocks behind Exile while the other sat down and rubbed Exiles feet making them ultra sensitive. Exile began to sweat and bit his lip. He could feel the sensations on the bottom of his soles grow and become more and more ticklish.

The guard behind Exile began jabbing him in the ribs causing Exile to pull down on his arms and the bonds. His face was going red trying not to erupt in laughter but it was all too much when the other guard produced a feather and began running the quill up and down the archways of Exiles paws alternating between the two.

“BWAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAH.PLLLEASESSSSTTTTOOOPPP!”

Yelled Exile as the torturers continued to have their way with his broad blue feet.

The guard behind him had continued to intensify his jabs and concentrated them around his armpits. Exiles feet were glistening with sweat and turning slightly pink from the torment they were receiving. At this rate Exile would confess to just about anything and the guards could tell. But just to make sure… the guard at exiles feet stopped and gestured for the other to go full throttle on his pits and stomach, which he did. He himself then used the feather like a saw and proceeded to drive the stiff bristles between the toes of his captive.

Exiles eye s bulged and he let out a high pitched squeal as the guard pulled his toes apart and used the feather on the tender flesh. Eventually after turning blood red and gasping for air Exile fainted. The guards then tied him up again and set Blitz up in the fiendish stocks.

Blitz struggled like a mad man in the stocks resulting in the restraints being made tighter. The guards took up their positions but made a few changes when it came to blitz.

The guard behind him pulled up his uniform exposing his well-defined chest and six-pack. The cool air in the room made Blitz chest fur stand on end. The guard sitting by his feet produced string and began threading Blitz toes so they were spread and pulled back causing his flesh to go slightly white. The guard then produced the brushes again as he had forgotten to use them on Exile and desperately wanted to try them out.

Exile cringed and began sweating as the guards brought the brush toward his left foot and the other guard placed his hands on Blitz sensitive hips.

“Now you confess or we’ll give you hot foot like never before. Be smart and think about what happened to your friend.”

With that said the guards slowly began tickling Blitz. The one behind him ran his fingers all over his torso paying close attention to his belly button. Blitz was giggling softly trying to hold it in. the other guard was stroking the length of his foot with the tip of the brush speeding up and slowing down.

They asked him again to confess but he just stared at them. They continued to softly tickle him and that’s when Blitz heard the faint footsteps of many people. He could hear them being a dog, and knew it wasn’t the boss of the goons so his only hope was to hold out and not give them the confession.

“You are a bunch of babies. Two against vun are unfair, lets see if you namby pamby babies can break me.” Blitz said sweating

The guards looked at each other and the one in front of blitz sat back, and before Blitz knew it he burst into hard laughter with tears streaming down his eyes as the guard behind him scratched his armpits and tickled every rib making Blitz spasm and buck up off the stocks, as much as they would allow.

His body was glistening with sweat and his throat was sore from all the hollering. The other guard didn’t even let him catch his breath before he used the brushed on the balls of his feet and heels causing Blitz to burst again.

It only got worse as the master torturer dusted the flesh below his toes between his big toe and second toe where Blitz would scream and pull at his toe restraints. His feet were turning bright red and he was sure he would go insane when the door burst open and the other Rovers were standing in the room. He saw the guards run before Hunter gave chase and he passed out.

Him and Exile both woke up in their quarters and found Hunter the only other person there in the briefing room.

“You guys were great.” Hunter said as the y walked in. “you gave the Vice President the idea that you were the body guards long enough for us to prove him guilty. He tried to assassinate the Prince. With the Prince out of the way he would be able to declare war on America and the rest of the world.”

Blitz and Exile felt very proud of themselves but were unnerved by the Grin on Hunters face.

“Wats…Wats so amusing?” asked Exile

“oh nothing… cept you guys looked so funny all merciless and sweaty. Gee you must’ve been really unco-operative.” Hunter said sarcastically. ”Never see me get fooled like that.”

Exile and Blitz both looked at Hunter and a sly grin ran over their faces…

The End